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Summer

I blinked and I missed it. I’m struggling to keep my eyes open as I sit here typing this. The right one is twitching sporadically and I have a headache. Weekends are non-existent, and each day is indistinguishable to the next as it involves the same thing – WORK! It sounds like I’m complaining, but I’m actually not. I’m tired, but I’m incredibly grateful for how kind the summer has been to me in regards to my career. I’ve landed some amazing work, made a wee bit of money, and been pushed well and truly out of my comfort zone. It’s forced me to look at how I handle my workflow, and juggle both photography and my big girl’s job. …

 
 

Summery Sunday in Belfast

On Saturday I headed to Belfast to celebrate Paddy’s birthday in The Hudson Bar (happy birthday, Paddy!). It was my first surprise birthday party, so I was pretty excited about yelling SURPRISE. It was a stellar weekend in regards to the weather, so there were plenty of pints outside Duke of York, followed by a relaxing Sunday sunbathing on the grass at City Hall. This was my fourth visit to Belfast, and I finally had a Boojum. Oh. My. God. I’ve also been encouraged to pursue my wrestling career by Hughes, so watch out for that.

 
 

May on Buchanan Street

Remember my November on Buchanan Street photo? It was damp and rainy. Well, this is my May on Buchanan Street photo. It is also damp and rainy. Scottish summer!

 
 

One Week in New York

So there we were, hunners of us, all with cameras and visiting New York City, taking trivial photos of the banal, like a Macy billboard or NYPD car. But that’s what you do when you’re in NYC.

I did it the first time I visited in 2010, but this time was a little more… authentic. Firstly, my friend put me up in her Brooklyn apartment, introduced me to her friends, and took me to haunts I’d have otherwise missed. I got out of Manhattan and visited Williamsburg, Bushwick and other Brooklyn spots (my favourite being Brooklyn Heights). I became familiar with, but failed to master, the New York subway. Gosh, I even saw a woman poop on it.

Highlights included having my morning coffee in a sunny Central Park, a cheeseburger at Roebling Tea Room in Williamsburg, taking in the view at Top of The Rock, a photo walk along the promenade at Brooklyn Heights, meatballs with Jack, a banana shake at Bareburger, a Saturday stroll through the Meatpacking District, getting lost on the NY subway, mac and cheese at The Brooklyn Star, visiting the Foursquare office, and free booze at a nightclub in Manhattan.

One week later and I’ve just arrived home in Glasgow. Holidays are fun, but nothing beats my King size bed, being with Indie, and my general routine (I like my routine).

Without further ado, here’s my week in New York. In photos.

 
 

Lyle Hill Panoramic

Yesterday I photographed the Clyde swim in Greenock. I will share the photos later in the week, but while in Greenock on such a beautiful day, I drove to the top of Lyle Hill and took a few photos with the intention of stitching them together in Photoshop. It’s a rarity I will say this, but Greenock looked pretty. Oh, and you might have noticed it wasn’t my first time up Lyle Hill.

 
 

Clyde Skating

Skating by the Clyde seems pretty dumb to me. What if you don’t land that trick and your board goes bye-bye? That’s precisely what happened here, straight into the Clyde. Even I found it painful to watch and it wasn’t my board. RIP, Mikey’s skateboard.

Davo text and said he was skating nearby my flat. I brought my 28mm and dog, the latter of which was an awful idea (she was afraid of the skateboards), and set about taking some action shots. Have I mentioned I am terrible at photographing skateboarding? I am terrible at photographing skateboarding. It’s definitely a lot of fun, though, and something I want to do more of.

 
 
 
 

Meet Me At St Louis

Every Sunday, for the rest of our lives. I’ll have waffles with bacon and maple syrup, please. And a latte ‘cos I’m a fatty.

When Lindsay asked where I wanted to go for brunch, I asked her to take me somewhere new. It’s easy to get into a habit of visiting regular spots, and while I will always wax lyrical about Tribeca’s french toast, it’s Glasgow we’re talking about and there are a thousand other places to discover. Enter St Louis cafe, which is on Dumbarton Road nearer to the Partick end of the city.

After OD’ing on sugar, we drove to Holmwood for a play in the sun and yet more coffee. Perfect Sunday!

 
 

Arthur’s Seat, Edinburgh

With a sister living in Edinburgh, I’ve come to hear of Arthur’s Seat a fair bit. My sister claims to have ran around it a few times (I don’t believe her), and it’s one of Edinburgh’s top tourist attractions. Despite that, it has taken me until today to finally pay it a visit, and I chose the foggiest, wettest kind of day for it. I even wore a poncho. A poncho.

The top of Arthur’s Seat was covered in a thick, dreamy mist. It meant that the view over Edinburgh became less visible the higher we got, but I took some of the moodiest landscapes I’ve ever shot. I would like to return during the Summer for a different vibe. Oh wait, it is Summer.

 
 

Loch Lomond

I don’t particularly feel inspired when shooting landscapes, unless the light is doing something interesting, which it totally wasn’t this day. Still, I’ve been knee deep in wedding photos so have come up for some air. It’s nuts that this place is pretty much on my door step.

 
 
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